The average life span for men in America is 76. That puts me 1.5 years past my expiration date, and man am I feeling it. Parkinsons is really kicking my butt today and it took me several minutes to put on my socks.

It's a cold day and I decided to wear shoes but I couldn't put either of my two pair on, so I settled for my sandals. But I'm still alive, still moving, and I've got a Florida Christmas coming up, so issues be damned.

My new fuel pump is sitting on the table and a mechanic friend of my friend is dropping by to install it. I really hope this is the repair that gets my truck back purring.

I wish I could get my bodies fuel pump fixed...

Update: The guy replacing the fuel pump said, based on the gaskets, it's probably the original pump. Which means it's a thirty five year old part. It's challenging and costly maintaining an old truck, but it sure beats buying a new vehicle.